Meditate
In the silence of the hour
My thaughts unscramble.
This web of twisted dought
And shackled fears.
I relinquish them into the
Heart of creation and slip into
The joy of assurance.
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In the silence of the hour
My thaughts unscramble.
This web of twisted dought
And shackled fears.
I relinquish them into the
Heart of creation and slip into
The joy of assurance.